Duke of Bourbon. Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
Let us die in honour: once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door
2465Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.

Constable of France. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.

Duke of Orleans. We are enow yet living in the field
2470To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.

Duke of Bourbon. The devil take order now! I'll to the throng:
Let life be short; else shame will be too long.